Teenagers are an interesting breed. They can be sweet, pleasant, almost enjoyable at times (especially when they want something from you), and then turn in a nano-second and become horrible, hormonal, angry ants, who lose all rationality, typically when they don’t get what they want. Sound familiar? Yep, just like a toddler really.
Just a few weeks ago I recall writing that the boys seemed to be turning a corner…..growing up at last….coming out of the woods! I think I also mentioned some expected set-backs along the way. You may now call me Nostradamus!
You see our boys can indeed be very charming, provided they get what they want. Money, a lift somewhere, money, permission to go to a gathering or have someone stay, money, food and drink supplies on tap. Just stay clear if you plan on saying no or not giving them what they want when they want it.
Lately we are asking ourselves if we have spoilt the men-children too much? They wanted their Learner’s licence recently, so Father of a Man-Child was convinced to pick them up from school one lunch time and take them for their test, before returning them to school. Nice VIP service isn’t it? The same day, just as I pulled into the driveway from work, we got the call to pick them up from a rowing dinner. So my dinner waited whilst I played taxi service. They really don’t want for much, although I don’t think we’re a soft touch very often either.
Having just got their Learner’s permit (yes I know, fearful times), they are understandably excited. We however, are understandably not, and suggested that a few driving lessons might be in order to give them some good grounding before they jump in our cars for their first “test drive”. The ensuing tantrums would have made a 3-year-old with ADHD proud, except I don’t think a 3-year-old has quite the vocabulary of our charming sons. “We have been waiting SIXTEEN years to drive a car” stated one. “We’ve driven cars plenty of times” they both claimed. Now I know one has experienced a small amount of farm driving, but for the life of me I have no idea when his brother did, which leaves far too much to the imagination. And a determination to never leave the car keys at home if we’re not.
Strangely enough, they are aghast at the idea of having driving lessons. They think they’ll learn NOTHING. Hmmm, any wonder that males under 25 are so well represented in the road accident statistics. An hour-long argument raged with both boys and their father last night over this. It was quite frankly ridiculous, and made us even more determined to stand our ground. We promised to get the lessons organised pronto. It will make no difference to them getting their licence when they turn 18. They just have to learn to wait a few days – sadly something Gen Y aren’t very good at it seems. I know one of mine especially has an expectation that if he wants something he can get it instantly. And let’s face it, with online 24/7 you practically can. Except driving lessons!
So lovely readers, are we being too mean? Are we being kill joys, and not sharing in their excitement? Or are we being sensible parents who care about the safety of our own children (and ourselves for that matter)?
As I write this blog I have however had a sudden flash of brilliance. We have two very early morning runs to school for rowing in the next two days, giving us two perfect opportunities to let two very eager young hoons loose on the road. Thankfully it’s a very short distance, and we’ll be lucky to see another car on the road. That’s just how a very nervous Mother of a Man-Child will like it. 🙂